ZARYA ROGOV
"That's exactly where you belong."
His words were filled with ego. Power does make a mere human act like a god. Despite the fear and trembling, I couldn't help the expressions that took over my face.
Anger.
"There it is...that wrathful gaze." He said and leaned closer, gripping my throat in a firm hold. "No one dares to look at me the way you do." He whispered against my face, his hot breath tickling my skin.
"Do you know what that look does to me?" He asked, and I swallowed, my throat bobbing against his palm.
"Makes you w-want to kill me." The side of his lips slightly curved up at my words.
"That's the second thing."
What's the first one? I thought but didn't ask, waiting for him to let it out on his own, but deep down, I got the feeling, whatever he had to say was
